





Daddy Owl (Wowls as Shey’s grandson calls them) might be a little lonely with Mama Owl in her nest. I got home late again, went out at dusk, and Daddy Owl was sitting in a cottonwood looking at the levee. I tried to get his attention, but we gave me a side glance Like “Don’t bother me, Boy!” He flew down onto the lower bank of the levee. I thought he might have pounced on gopher, so was looking for him on the bank with the Bazooka through the tangle of twigs. While I was looking for him I heard a very loud and insistent hoot right in front of me. I looked up and he was perched on a branch above me with a look like “Are you looking for me? Well, here I am!” I moved around to see if he had a gopher, but as you can see in the first photo above, his talons are empty. He hooted at me, fluffed up, shook himself, then he took off and flew to another cottonwood in the cover of darkness.













Almost full
For the first evening that we are trying to save the daylight, which, by the way, is not endangered out here, the Painter went a little wild jamming with the clouds.

Venus and Mars showed up at 6:30 am, the time formerly known as 5:30 am.

Daddy Owl enjoying the colors













The forecast was for rain between 2:00 am and 5:00 am, clearing after sunrise with winds in the afternoon. They got the clearing after sunrise and winds right. We didn’t get a drop of rain that I could tell. On my way home at 4:15 pm, the dust made clouds that obscured the sun.















Mama Owl is in the nest! I’ve been checking every night since I photographed Mama and Daddy together on Friday evening to see if I could see Mama Owl in the nest. Last night I didn’t see her, but tonight I could see the top of her head. When I said, “Mama Owl, you are on the nest!” She popped her head up just enough to look over the edge at me and let her ear tuffs blow in the wind. The evening sky was celebrating mama owl with a display of beautiful colors after sundown.


Daddy Owl was deep in thought.




At dusk tonight, Daddy Owl was sitting under the moon. The moon is almost full at 93.9%. The full moon is on Wednesday. He was very patient with me getting very close, kneeling under him on the levee to get the moon circled around his head. At first, I was inside the minimum focus range of 11 feet for the Bazooka, so I have to scoot back a little.





Daddy Owl going “Aak! Aak! Aak!”



Daddy owl let me get close again tonight, and he paused from posing to puke up a pellet. I felt honored to be part of his pellet puking circle.

Back to posing.

The moon is a little over half full tonight at 64.3%.

Since we had cloud cover for the first two days I would have seen the sliver moon, I only have the seven moonshots so far in February.

Catching air

From the Ministry of Silly Walks on Water.

Sunset looking to the southeast over the Rio Grande.

Trees and clouds at dusk looking northwest from the levee.